ILLUMINATIONS (10)
Render unto Caesar
only if you’re not the
bar-coded behemoth
mounting the svelte
leviathan of the
Caribbean.
ILLUMINATIONS (15)
Hoggers of harvest,
perversely insatiate bellies
hungering for a thousand
grain mountains. The
chasm has them. Materially
desensitised to the all-
fulfilling Immaterials;
Midas is their only ally.
ILLUMINATIONS (28)
In the darkly-sunken vaults the
gold gather-shines far more brightly;
pestilential hoards of kings, managers,
politicians and princes: a redolent
stockpile of surfeit and immured
intoxication.
A theft so gargantuan that it is
surprisingly opaque to most lazy eyes
of res publica; the alert ones having
been gouged out long before by
malevolent Cornwalls.
Fraud reassumes fraudulent mastery
with the legerdemain of the stock
actor switching persona-masks.
Magicians are mistaken for Magi in
this magnificent Canary Wharf
masquerade.
And the attentive luminaries are
condescended to, censored, blacklisted;
or, if all else fails, cajoled themselves
into the swindle.
And for the rest: an astigmatic
groping around in faecal-murky
alleys.
Mark Wilson
Pic: Behemoth and Leviathan: W Blake